Don't drag the dragon

Schall had flown away from that blasted mortal city after receiving an injury to his eye, he'd been trying to find Saskia by following her scent, but it was difficult to do due to her human form not smelling the same as her draconic one... Though, luckily as a Golden Dragon he could influence his human transformation, allowing his sense of smell to carry over from his dragon form... After a day or two of jogging, steering clear of the human villages he managed to find her, creating a campfire with a dull expression on her face, apparently already aware of his presence.

Saskia "So you didn't perish? Seems the city had no mages within their walls then." she says with a shrug.

Schall walks up, his right eye missing even in his human form, and growls at her, "You should have warned me! Those mortals are tricksters with no honour!" he exclaims.

Saskia "And burning down a city because you felt entitled to is honourable? You're a hypocrite Weelderigeweegschalen."

Schall furiously walks over and attempts to back hand, only for Saskis to dodge into his now blind spot and take him down by sweeping his legs. He heavily lands on his ass and feels the fury almost overtake him.

Saskia points down at him, "You may be a Gold One, but you have no experience within a human body, nor do you know what they are capable of, even with one of your eyes being taken by them!"

Schall "Impudent half-bree-Hurgh!"

Saskia stamps down on his chest as he speaks the irritating insult, "In these lands, I am more powerful than you. Transform and strike me if you wish, but you will be hunted for it. I have no doubt if you continue you rampage the mortals will form armies and march through the Dragon Mountains!"

Schall "Then they will die!" he exclaims.

Saskia "Their number eclipses ours, even if they only occasionally killed one of us, within a hundred years we'd be extinct. Yet you can not see this, for you are blind not only in one eye!" she says, finally taking her foot off of his chest and sitting back on the makeshift log seat.

Schall gets up, thinking over her words and wondering if she could be correct. However, his pride would not allow him to see the mortals as a threat, despite them already injuring him. "I do not wish to remain in these lands, let us find who stole our magic and begone!"

Saskia nods, "While you were rampaging I took the chance to investigate the nearby villages. Apparently the cities of Kaedwen were preparing to siege a hidden keep in the mountains owned by some Witchers... Before they had to send reinforcements to Reverelyn, the city you burned down."

Schall frowns, "What does this have to do with our goal?" he growls out.

Saskia "I've had a few run-ins with Witchers during my time here, I'm even friends with one that may help us seek answers... Geralt of Rivia, a Witcher of the School of the Wolf, which just so happens to inhabit Kaer Morhen, the keep in the mountains."

Schall "I know not what a Witcher is, but if this "Friend" has information then we must investigate."

Saskia stops him as the dragon begins to walk towards the mountains, "I will warn you beforehand, do not act violently against them." she says gravely, rubbing the scar on her chest that Geralt had caused when bringing her down.

Schall scoffs, "I know what weapons may harm me now, those mortals will not get the upper hand again." he says, ignoring her and continuing to walk.

Saskia slowly follows him, hoping that Schall wouldn't force her to choose between her kin and her friends... As she was responsible for the dragon heading to Kaer Morhen she'd fight against him should he attempt something similar to Reverelyn.

A couple of days of walking later the duo slowly entered the valley path, Saskia having previously flown over here in an attempt to find some sanctuary for herself, though no one was present when she needed help.

As they were getting closer to Kaer Morhen they could see occasional farms dotted around, though they were being manned by strange monstrous creatures, something you definitely wouldn't expect next to a Witcher inhabited keep... A few more miles and the duo could finally see the keep, it looking unlike it had been in the past, no longer looking ruined and decrepit... Another thing that caused both Saskia and Schall to be weary was some kind of huge dragon statue overlooking the valley, it gave them both a foreboding feeling, as well as a deep fear when they look at it directly.

Next to the dragon statue was some kind of half-built shrine, which was mirrored on the other side of the mountain ridge, which had a building with remarkably different architecture compared to the former one.

Both Saskia and Schall's eyes were drawn towards the large city below the mountain and before Kaer Morhen... The buildings were plated in gold with many people entering and exiting the city, transporting goods from the farms outside of it.

Suddenly, the sound of ruffling foliage causes the two to turn, instantly spotting a gigantic White Wolf glaring down at them with some kind of sword strapped to its side.

Schall backs away from it, "W-what is this creature!" he asks, the innate power being emitted by it not being dissimilar from some dragons.

Saskia "I do not know! Do not try to fight it, we are in foreign lands so this must be their guardian." she quickly says, not wishing to start fighting whatever society had sprung up around the Witcher's Keep.

Sif sniffs them, briefly showing its teeth to Schall while rubbing his wet nose against Saskia. From where the Wolf had come from an armoured person with blue cloth accents walks out, a large shield strapped to one arm with a greatsword strapped to their back.

Ciaran "It seems Sif likes you girl, that's a good sign for your immediate safety." she says with crossed arms.